"LOVE" - that what it's called

  

How very 'encouraging' 

when folks sought 

to speak, testify, post, declare,

how uplifting, 

how noble,

how great is 

L O V E

Like some kind of competition going on; 

to outdo one another for 'LIKES' on Face Book? 

or portray oneself as LOVING creatures 

via cheap shot way

 - not putting money 

 where mouth 

 should be! 

If LOVE really is 
so great, meant to be, 

so LOVE-ful..

   

     WHY IS LOVE SO ELUSIVE??

 Shrouded in PARABLES,

 implied in RIDDLES, 

hidden in UNSEENness, 

Even

as Entire WORLD's SUFFERING, 

with Countless Dying, Maimed, Miserable-ized ?

Even 

when we couldn't 'walk" 

& LOVE was carrying us, 

NOTHING! 

NONE no LOVE! 

SEEN FELT HEARD SMELLED 

This how LOVE be? 

A LOVE not supposed to easily be revealed 

C-L-E-A-R-L-Y
? 

A LOVE that has

 to be HUNTED for?

to be SEARCHED for? 

to be HUNGERED for?

 to SUFFER much for,
to ENDURE lots for?

 to GROVEL with immense Pain for?

to earn by SELF IMMOLATION for? 

to give an arm, a leg, a whole heart 
& soul for ?

 that 'cos LOVE has great LOVING quotient 

MUCH value, higher ESTEEM?

NOBLER IDEAL ?

-more than a cheap, 

2 for a  penny red-light area,

(equally effective) 
one shot fix?

If LOVE in all PURITY were as cut out to be, 

would not it be simpler for
 EVERYONE LOVEd 

 to just.. 

HEAR  love spoken ..?

       SEE love given  ..?

FEEL loved by LOVE ..?

    - Or is LOVE to be derived 

from the pussy footing innuendoes, 

 the unspoken, subtler, 

but savage yanking of heart strings, from the emotions

evoked from 

shocked horrors-

of the killed, 

the murdered,

the butchered 

INNOCENTs

v 

COLLATERAL DAMAGE? 

(try picture yr "honey" as one) 

   

 Is LOVE more treasured 

when less obviously insinuated 

from 
suffocating stench of rotting corpses, 

carcasses of bombed to bits tribes, 

  families, 

 nations, 

 continents, 

Nicely screwed?

AND that  

!

v

!

{   L  O  V  E   }

many would rather be deaf, dumb, blind! 

than to wait 
to be 
LOVEd

Like 

TAT

                most are long-gone

DEAD 

waiting, hoping, believing, trusting,

too long 

To be 

LOVE- D

DREAM ....

 "   Dream   "

'  

when sleep has gone,
the music's rocking

the choir's vocalizing, lisping symphonies still, 
  fueling, twisting, waltzing, pain ached joints  
 

that draw happy tears
which don't wet,
don't sorrow stain;        

down cheeks, 

wrinkled, crinkled 
  

& twinkled too.  ' 

..
   

                  

no one need be helped

no one need be inspired

!no no no!

no one need be guided

nor taught


nor shown

the way,

the truth,

  or the life ..




"No one needed those, 
then;
nor now.



Everyone needs,

Everybody wants
joyful dreamers,


even who can't dance
nor croak a tune,
to freely joy, 
blindly, indifferently,
indistinctly
be
ONE



All are called, 

are chosen,


anytime - then, 


every time - now.
 

It's been that way,

since dreams were born,
since sleep woke  .. "